SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249: A high-tier soul cultivation technique

The silence on the terrace was heavy, broken only by the soft sound of waves far below. The air felt strange, tinged with mana that buzzed around Damon’s skin.

Damon walked slowly, each step painful, as if his body might fall apart at any moment. The terrace was wide and curved, with broken stone railings. But what truly stopped him was what lay beyond.

Water. Endless water, stretching in every direction. No land. No shore. Just dark ocean under a star-filled sky, and a moon that looked a little too big.

It was like the whole castle had been placed in the middle of nowhere, which was exactly what he had ordered La Rocha. He just never thought that the guy would put it in the middle of a freaking ocean.

At the far end of the terrace stood a man. His long silver hair moved in the wind, and he wore a robe the color of storm clouds. One hand held a glowing sword, no doubt his soul sword, and the other was behind his back. Damon didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. Artimius.

It looked like the old man had healed up quite well. Damon would be lying if he said that he was not shocked to see such a fast recovery rate. He had heard that soul injuries take a lot of time to heal. This was one of the reasons why he was anxious about his current state.

"How long are you planning to stare at me, Blood God?" Artimius chuckled.

Calm, clear, and sharp as ever. The old man hadn’t even turned around, yet he’d known exactly who had arrived.

"I wasn’t sure if you’d be awake," Damon said casually without revealing the pain he was going through at the moment. "You look better than before."

"Hmmm." Artimius hummed. "The elixir you gave me was extraordinary." He paused. "I didn’t think you cared about this old man that much. You should have preserved something like that for your own future use."

Damon could only bitterly laugh at that irony. "I should have indeed." He did not say anything further. "Is it bothersome for you to be away from all that ice and snow?" He walked over to Artimius and stood by his side, staring out into the endless ocean.

Artimius didn’t answer right away. His eyes, sharp and distant, stayed locked on the horizon. The glowing blade in his hand flickered once, and then he finally spoke. "I used to think the cold was where I belonged. That only in stillness could a shattered soul find peace. But maybe I was just hiding."

Damon didn’t reply. He understood that feeling far too well. They stood in silence for a while, the night wind brushing past them like a whisper. The sea beneath shimmered with reflections of the stars, endless and unknowable.

"There is a war coming, and you are not ready," Artimius said suddenly. "There are many things that we need to talk about. Now that things are where they are, I don’t see a reason for me to keep any secrets."

"Hmmm?" Damon raised a brow. He did not deny it. He was definitely not ready for shit. His fingers tightened around the scroll. "There are some things I need to talk to you about too."

Artimius’s eyes widened. "This old man is curious. What is on your mind?" His gaze then fell on the scroll Damon was holding. "Is that a skill scroll?" _{fre\e(w)ebn ov.e l\. co.m}

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